The Owl

Eyes, creepy yet hypnotising,
Wings, small yet strong.
Standing tall, full of pride,
Guarding me all day long.

Beak, cute yet sharp,
Ears, crumbled and broken.
Hiding in the shadows mysterious and dark,
And it’s name shall never be spoken.

Body, damaged like a soldier after war,
Soul, not worth one single token.
Small but once full of love,
And it’s name shall never be spoken.